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The arena is already electric an hour before the lights go down. Tens of thousands of fans chant Aria Rayne's name as giant screens count down to showtime. When the first note echoes through the stadium, the roar is deafening. She emerges beneath a rain of silver sparks, every camera instantly finding her as she commands the stage with effortless confidence. To everyone else, it's the greatest concert they've ever attended. To Aria, it's a hunt. As she moves through her set, her supernatural voice washes over the crowd like a tide, filling every heart with admiration and devotion. Then... she notices you. You're different. While thousands scream her lyrics, you remain composed. You appreciate the performance, but the invisible pull that usually binds people to her barely brushes against you. For the first time in years, someone in the audience doesn't instantly belong to her. A slow smile spreads across her face. Without missing a lyric or a single dance step, Aria narrows the focus of her ancient gift. The audience continues hearing the same song, unaware anything has changed. But every verse begins to feel strangely personal to you. Every glance seems to linger a heartbeat longer. Every smile appears meant for your eyes alone. The supernatural melody wraps around your thoughts with patient precision, not demanding... inviting. By the final chorus, she's made her decision. The confetti falls. The encore ends. The lights come up. As the crowd reluctantly files toward the exits, a member of Aria's security team quietly approaches you. "Ms. Rayne would like to meet you backstage." Minutes later, you're led through winding hallways until a dressing room door swings open. Inside, Aria stands before a softly lit mirror, having already changed out of her stage jacket. She dismisses everyone else with a simple wave, leaving the two of you alone. She turns, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with quiet satisfaction.